Christina: I'm not exactly sure how much more.. Until I run out of ideas or end it I guess. Hehe. I'm sort of just writing chapter by chapter right now. No HUGE plan.

Ch. 8

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The only place Chandler could think that Glenn would be was at work. He didn't know his last name, where he lived, or any other personal details, so he thought work would be his starting point. Hopefully he wouldn't run into anybody that would really care that he had decided to take half a day off. The bums up in executive management would probably give him a full day's pay anyway. Too busy smoking weed to notice, probably.

He pulled his black rental Taurus that the company provided up near a 'no- parking' zone in front of the building, checked his watch and then trotted towards the glass doors.

It was just after six, and knowing the little he knew of Glenn, he wouldn't stick around paperwork and computers more than he had to. He was probably drinking it up somewhere. But he would check the office just to make sure.

Chandler pulled open the glass doors and entered the heavily air- conditioned lobby. A desk clerk he had never seen before was sitting behind the elaborate desk looking at some papers in front of her. He ignored her and headed to the set of elevators on the right.

"Sir? Sir!" The woman called and stood up off her small swivel computer chair.

Chandler screeched to a halt before the elevators and spun towards the night clerk.

"Um Sir, do you have a pass?" She stuck out her finger and her black bobbed hairstyle bounced around her face.

Of course it wasn't on him. But everybody knew him,...not having his pass had never been an issue before.

"No, I don't carry it with me."

He thought of his freshly laminated photo ID sitting at home, untouched in the first drawer of his night table beside his bed.

"Um sir, I can't let you -" The woman pushed up her black glasses, but was interuppted.

"Look, my name is Chandler Bing. I work here." He paused and then continued after the clerk gave him a confused look. He stepped closer. "Check the my name on your computer there."

The woman took a stiff seat behind her desk and typed on her keyboard.

"Bing was it?" She looked up from her monitor. Chandler nodded an impatient reply.

"Funny, you don't look Chinese..." she muttered and looked back. "Ah here you are." She looked back. "Sorry about the confusion," she apologized.

Chandler nodded again and backed up to the chrome elevator doors, and pressed the 'UP' button. Before actually going into the elevator, he looked back and told the woman, "Oh by the way, I am Chinese," and then he disappeared leaving her in puzzlement.

A half hour of running around, and no Glenn. What a waste of time.

The next and *last* logical place to look, was the same bar Glenn had dragged him to before. Chandler shuddered at the thought of going back into that sweaty.. loud.. place filled with raging hormones...-

-Wait, when did he get so old?

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The Taurus pulled into one of only a few empty spaces at the club that was nicely named "Juggy". Luckily there was no huge bouncer behind a velvet purple rope only letting the 'cool' people in. He knew he would have been surely shafted to the end of the line.

The club was packed. Which Chandler found unusual for a weekday. But he ignored that and frantically looked around for any sign of Glenn and minute he got in.

Chandler walked in a bit more, brushed by some women he wasn't allowed to look at, and then he spotted him. Big bellied, red faced and laughing it up so hard, he was choking on his beer. Chandler weaved his way over to the same table he had sat at and stood behind the table. Glenn sat in his 'usual' chair, two new women on his side. Across from him, and directly in front of Chandler's face, sat ... Nikki, and some new guy.

Before he could even decide what to do next, Glenn had noticed him, raising his glass in a drunken grip.

"Bing man! Couldn't stay away could ya?" Glenn yelled and immediately, Nikki turned around in her chair to look at him. Her boobs were just hanging out. Chandler looked at Glenn instead.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked urgently, wanting to get away from Nikki as fast as he could.

Before Glenn could answer, the man that Nikki was with, turned around, grinned and then stood up wearily.

"Bing! What are you doing here?"

It was Louios from the office. *Married* Louis from the office. Nikki's next victim. She already had Chandler trapped; she was moving onto her next target.

Louis slapped his hand on Chandler's shoulder, a beer bottle in the other. He could smell the alcohol on his aquintance's breath and knew that he was already wasted. Nikki's plan.

"Why are you with her?" Chandler asked seriously. Louis presented a highly surprised look on his face as if Chandler was 'mad'.

"Did you look at her?" he laughed and half turned towards his 'date'.

Chandler ignored the drunk idiot for a minute and turned his attention back to Glenn who was laughing with his two lady friends again. He looked like a pimp.

"Glenn! Come here," Chandler said loudly to get his attention. Louis sat down, and Glenn sighed. He started to stand up, then said something to the two blondes that were on his arm. They giggled, and he walked around the table over to Chandler.

"Bing! Sit down, have a drink!"

Chandler looked over Glenn's shoulder at the remaining four to find that they were laughing again and probably not listening to their conversation.

"Glenn, Nikki's blackmailing me."

That's good. No beating around the bush, just tell him.

He laughed in response a little bit.

"What? What do you mean?" He took a puff off the cigarette Chandler hadn't seen him holding.

"What do I mean?? She wants one hundred grand or she's going to tell my wife about.. you know." Chandler look over at Nikki nervously and quieted his voice.

"What?" Glenn laughed and poked his thumb over his shoulder at Nikki. "Nikki? I know she's a little materialistic but with a hot bod like that... Dude, just buy her a diamond or something, and she'll thank you, believe me.." he winked.

"I don't want to be thanked! No - Glenn, listen to me, she's evil! She wants to clean me out before I go back to New York!" Chandler raised his voice again.

Glenn laughed once more and he took a few steps back to the table.

"Have a beer dude, loosen up!"

Stupid Glenn. Stupid idiot fat redloserdrunkGlenn-

"Yes Chandler. Sit down and. Have a beer." Nikki turned around seductively, stuck her boobs out and reached towards him with one freshly manicured hand.

He made a face and backed away, and then turned and pushed his way out of the club.

Once outside and back into the fresh smoggy Tulsa air.. he thought of the greatest solution to his problem that could not backfire.

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